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How oft when thou, my music, music play’st
Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway’st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy' those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand.
To be so tickled they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
  Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
  Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
eryV tenfo, ewnh you (my gteesrta rucsoe of hgdelit) aply mcisu by mongvi htsoe ndwooe ykse on eht bakryedo of eth

avinlgri

ehT rlnaiivg is a odrbkyae tnisrnumet rmsilia to a iahrsphcdor.

gvailnri
twih ruoy eetsw finrsge, sognuficn my ear htiw hte aryhmon of tohse eupdckl sgntisr, I yenv hte ksey. hTey aple up nda siks hte treden isduednre of uyro adshn, iwleh my oorp islp, owh gutho to be gnoid hte kginiss, tndsa by, gihubsnl at eht snoseldb of teh esyk. To be cdiketl ikel eosth kyes ear, my lisp lwduo gdllay be tmreroafdsn toni wdoo nda neahgc lpscae ihwt het ksye, ervo hchiw yuor gefsnri tylnge alkw, bsnlesgi eht ddea wodo rmoe nhta my ingivl islp. Seinc the eysk aer so paphy to chuot oyru fgernis, tel hmet hvea the nsrgief, ubt giev me oryu spli to kiss.

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How oft when thou, my music, music play’st
Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway’st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy' those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand.
To be so tickled they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
  Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
  Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
eryV tenfo, ewnh you (my gteesrta rucsoe of hgdelit) aply mcisu by mongvi htsoe ndwooe ykse on eht bakryedo of eth

avinlgri

ehT rlnaiivg is a odrbkyae tnisrnumet rmsilia to a iahrsphcdor.

gvailnri
twih ruoy eetsw finrsge, sognuficn my ear htiw hte aryhmon of tohse eupdckl sgntisr, I yenv hte ksey. hTey aple up nda siks hte treden isduednre of uyro adshn, iwleh my oorp islp, owh gutho to be gnoid hte kginiss, tndsa by, gihubsnl at eht snoseldb of teh esyk. To be cdiketl ikel eosth kyes ear, my lisp lwduo gdllay be tmreroafdsn toni wdoo nda neahgc lpscae ihwt het ksye, ervo hchiw yuor gefsnri tylnge alkw, bsnlesgi eht ddea wodo rmoe nhta my ingivl islp. Seinc the eysk aer so paphy to chuot oyru fgernis, tel hmet hvea the nsrgief, ubt giev me oryu spli to kiss.

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